SERENDIPITY || Jan Rozmanowski
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Most of the time, people come and go, slipping through the fingers of your life with ease. And it is exactly at times when you're least expecting it, that you find something, or perhaps even someone, rather valuable.
With so many heartbreaks, so many words left unsaid, so many tears that never left her eyes, and an abyss of numbness that she can only mask with stretched smiles and vibrant laughter, can Summer learn to love again? With the fear of losing clasped onto her so tightly, the shackles of abandonment not letting her breathe, could she let someone in again?
Will she hold onto her serendipity, or will her fear prevail once more?
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